When I was little my Dad worked overseas a lot, but I remember that each time he returned home, the familiar, comforting scent of his leather jacket always accompanied his big hugs. I can remember the scent even now – it was entirely unique to him and the aged, soft jacket that he always wore. Skip forward to when I first started to really take a an interest in fragrance and started to research the notes within the bottles of my [fairly expansive!] collection, imagine how mad it was to learn that every single bottle that I loved and wore regularly, featured a leather note in its composition.
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